i love this sound of
all of us, colouring…
Sometimes, it’s the sound of something that grabs me… below, another poem… towards my upcoming compilation of poetry, learning to dance with stone…
above, sketchbook ‘pencil’ practice…
i love this sound of
in this circle, we gather Tuesday evenings
unquiet hands restless, wounded hearts
we all speak, share as one, by one
then silence, as paper and
coloured pencils handed out, awaiting
drawing one continuous line, allowing
sitting within stillness, breaths breathing
hundreds of soft strokes, i’m listening
pencils pressing, whispering
a calm lull, of shades flowering
here, listen, be still, is…
the rustle, of yellow finding sky
blue spilling quiet, into healing greens
hands moving, shading, blending
a soothing thick with shifting
a silence filled, yahoo, outside of the lines
a soft chorus of us, side by side round
of worries melting into dry pigments keen
of silence overflowing, a loosening okay
of all of us, colouring round, as now
oh, i love this sound…
of us all, colouring
—weaver © 2025
Brilliant! So looking forward to your book. See you, I Hope, next Tuesday for last of Song Keepers until August.
Love this Carol,as always, so beautifully written... from your precious heart!